My little Boyzenberries, aka my small Shetland sheep flock are flourishing. Four sheep count as a flock.
Puzzah is determined to be one of the boys and, even when Lambie and ‘Bert crawled under a fence, ‘Ster kindly stayed with Puzzah. Puzzah’s head and its accoutrements mean he can’t resort to devious escaping like the others.
So I am very pleased they are a happy settled little bunch. I can’t really imagine life without Puzzah now. He has fitted in very well.
A reminder of the Smile of Winningness!
OH went into town yesterday to get supplies. We were down to our last carrot so Lambie let himself in the house.
He thought the Christmas tree was fascinating, if wrong (an inedible tree? Why, just why) and attempted to make off with a branch or two.
However, he did succeed in filching a Tesco plastic glittery star and eating the corner off it as quickly as he could before Daisy took it away.
After that, it was supervision at all times as Lambie could obviously not be trusted.
He was intrigued and spent much of his time just looking and sniffing.
Making the most of OH’s absence, Lambie also had a sit down.
He very much enjoyed listening to the classical music…..
…. like you do if you are a sheep with exemplary style.
Wu came in to suck up to us because it was also near his tea time.
He thought Lambie was an acquired taste (or smell).
We had a magical Christmassy afternoon listening to carols and watching Lambie eat the Christmas tree.